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lifeaftr2018-01-15 12:54 am
wonderland_vogue) wrote in lifeaftr2018-01-15 12:54 am
Blood for the Snow Gods
Who: Lydia and whoever wants in on finding this trash fire, I guess.
What: SO someone is an absolute idiot and is relearning this whole fleshbody thing. Which included pushing herself to the point of kind of passing out face first in the snow. With her gaudy-ass pony thing not doing shit to help. Uh.
When: Few days after the intro log, what are dates, how work. Probably around the tenth or so. Midday into sunset.
Where: Chol
Warnings: None at the moment? Hypothermia, maybe, I guess.
It hadn't been her smartest plan, to insist that she was totally fine with just her clothes and that one blanket. She could use her phantom steed for warmth, right? Of course, she'd be fine, it was just something weird going on here and absolutely not the fact she was not a lich anymore and was in a mortal fleshy body again.
Until you start to realize that, no, even elves need some sort of sleep of some sort or another and running on fumes while having not really eaten doesn't really help in the end of the day. Tattered clothing that was meant for warmer climates also certainly did not help, the hood having been pulled over her head and particularly over her ears to keep them from freezing off.
But eventually the body gives up the ghost on these sorts of things, which ends up in this particular sight. Lydia face first in the snow out of it and a rather annoyed gaudy phantom horse just pacing around the nearby area. It's not like she could just go and find someone or something, that'd make sense, after all.
What: SO someone is an absolute idiot and is relearning this whole fleshbody thing. Which included pushing herself to the point of kind of passing out face first in the snow. With her gaudy-ass pony thing not doing shit to help. Uh.
When: Few days after the intro log, what are dates, how work. Probably around the tenth or so. Midday into sunset.
Where: Chol
Warnings: None at the moment? Hypothermia, maybe, I guess.
It hadn't been her smartest plan, to insist that she was totally fine with just her clothes and that one blanket. She could use her phantom steed for warmth, right? Of course, she'd be fine, it was just something weird going on here and absolutely not the fact she was not a lich anymore and was in a mortal fleshy body again.
Until you start to realize that, no, even elves need some sort of sleep of some sort or another and running on fumes while having not really eaten doesn't really help in the end of the day. Tattered clothing that was meant for warmer climates also certainly did not help, the hood having been pulled over her head and particularly over her ears to keep them from freezing off.
But eventually the body gives up the ghost on these sorts of things, which ends up in this particular sight. Lydia face first in the snow out of it and a rather annoyed gaudy phantom horse just pacing around the nearby area. It's not like she could just go and find someone or something, that'd make sense, after all.
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Maybe an hour or something? I'm a horse, what is time. [Good point, of course. Though she's just kind of not sure what to do at this point, in theory she should be able to warm Lydia up herself. But not being a real flesh and blood horse makes that... impossible, really.]
First time she's done this, so, like, no idea what's going on here.
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[He was certain, but all of this strangeness is sort of making him doubt himself a little? She doesn't seem to be a human and she has some kind of ghost horse, what does he know? Asgore presses a big pawpad against Lydia's forehead in an irrepressibly Dad-like motion.]
She feels very cold, at least. Is she very much like a human?